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Lawrence
In spite of Kestrel's time shield, the chill breath of the phantoms came through, making my hairs stand up on my body—a strong effect to have on a gargoyle, even in my weakened state. Sir Raleigh shivered as well, and the wing tip in my right hand quivered. He looked up at something and gave a little "prrrowl," which sounded like encouragement. What was Reine doing? She'd been kneeling there for what felt like hours, but which had only been minutes. Time passed differently in Faerie, I'd heard, and I suspected the space Kestrel had made for us augmented that effect.
Something knocked me over, and I lost hold of John and Sir Raleigh. The golden bubble around us, which had looked fragile but had held, popped, and the phantoms pounced. A claw passed by my ear, leaving a trail o
